From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

Chapter 81 Upholding a man's dignity is a woman's restraint

"Oh, so you're issuing a specific commission, right? Sorry, I don't accept counterfeit money."

puff~

The younger brother holding the umbrella couldn't hold back anymore. He lowered his head and kept shrugging his shoulders, thinking through all the sad things he had experienced in his life, but he still couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The arbiter's arrogant expression instantly crumbled, his cheeks flushing red.

What an ignorant bumpkin!

She cursed inwardly, but made no sound in reality, because as the arbitrator representing the High Table, she had to maintain her dignity.

The adjudicator took a deep breath, gave a subtle glare to his underling who was trying not to laugh, and mentally sentenced him to death.

"Xiao Miao Smith, the High Table believes you are suspected of helping John Wick escape the hunt."

The arbitrator spoke slowly, putting the black gold coin back into her jacket pocket and glancing at the expensive watch on her wrist: "You have ten minutes to defend yourself; this is the High Table's last act of mercy."

Xiao Miao: ? ? ?

Girl, are you serious?

He pushed open the car door and stepped into the rain, with Du Daozi following closely behind, pulling out an umbrella from the car door to shield Xiao Miao from the rain.

Every move she made exuded the elegance of a lady from a prominent family. Her eyes shifted, releasing a gaze even more haughty than the arbitrator's, yet she performed the work of a servant. This extreme contrast left the arbitrator's side stunned.

Where did this rich girl come from?

Xiao Miao applauded Poison Island Yako in his heart.

Well done, Saeko! You have such good judgment!

This move allowed her to successfully impress everyone. No wonder she's a good woman who can say things like, "Upholding a man's dignity is a woman's reserve!"

Xiao Miao walked up to the adjudicator, her expression nonchalant: "There's nothing to explain. I just didn't like those assassins, so I killed them on a whim. Is there a problem with that? By the way, are you male or female?"

Xiao Miao's question was not unfounded. The adjudicator's voice and bone structure resembled a woman's, yet she had a buzz cut, dressed in a neutral style, and her chest did not rise and fall, giving her an androgynous appearance.

"So what if I'm not binary? Are you discriminating against me?"

"It's okay, absolutely no problem. Actually, my gender identity is that of an attack helicopter, and I love watching rocket pods launch rockets. Don't you find that a bit risqué?"

The adjudicator detected the sarcasm in the words, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Don't change the subject. Why did you help John Wick even though you knew he had been expelled from the High Table?"

"Because I want to. Do I need a reason to kill them?"

"Good, very good!"

The adjudicator nearly laughed in anger, taking a step back among his underlings, his tone as cold as a winter wind: "Smith, I am now issuing you an ultimatum on behalf of the High Table: kill John Wick, kill Winston, the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York, and you will have a chance to atone for your sins; otherwise, you will bear all the consequences."

Xiao Miao was amused by the arbitrator Pu Xin's words: "You mean I helped you kill John, and then killed the powerful manager who controlled a mainland hotel, and only then would you consider giving me a chance to atone for my sins? And there's more to come?"

The adjudicator nodded, looking completely matter-of-fact: "Of course, 'final orange' doesn't mean 'absolutely not final orange.' The rules of the Mainland Hotel are not open to questioning. You need to accept the test."

Xiao Miao looked up: "Okay, maybe hotels in mainland China do have this rule, but I refuse."

"One of my favorite things to do, Smith, is to say NO to people who think they're powerful!"

The adjudicator's face was ashen, so dark it seemed to drip water: "You are of Chinese descent. I remember there's an old saying in Taiwan, 'Wei Junjie is a materialistic man,' it seems you don't understand this principle."

With that, the adjudicator raised his hand and beckoned behind him with a finger: "Kill him!"

A cold wind, carrying a drizzle, blew through the opposing crowd. The arbitrator's henchmen stood frozen in place, not one of them moving.

The adjudicator turned around, scanning the crowd with an incredulous look: "What...what are you doing? Attack!"

Xiao Miao's voice rang out at the opportune moment: "While you were chatting with me just now, your men had already been bribed by me."

In fact, it was briefly controlled using hypnosis skills; the rain-soaked asphalt road was the best cover for the energy tentacles.

"Impossible!" the adjudicator vehemently denied.

Apart from her two lackeys, the rest of the people she brought were elite guards trained by the High Table at great expense, and their loyalty was beyond question.

Xiao Miao gestured towards the judge: "Go, slap her twice to wake her up."

The burly man who was originally responsible for holding the umbrella for the adjudicator suddenly lit up. Instinctively, he stepped forward, grabbed the arm, and slapped the adjudicator twice across the face.

Snapped!Snapped!

A front tooth flew out, and the Arbitrator was knocked to the ground by the immense force. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he covered his face, stunned and unable to accept reality.

Her underlings and the High Table Guards actually rebelled!

Why is this happening? Is the High Table Society treating them badly?

This question was destined to remain unanswered. Xiao Miao's voice rang out again: "Take her with you, let's go to the Mainland Hotel together."

"Yes, boss!" the guards responded in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized.

Inside the glass-enclosed room that Winston secretly built at the Continental Hotel in New York.

"Be careful, Jonathan," Winston warned, watching John Wick enter the room.

John immediately stopped and reached out to touch a glass wall.

The glass-enclosed room is dimly lit and has a complex layout that can be overwhelming. You might accidentally bump into the gleaming glass wall.

Considering this is a safe house that Winston secretly built in the hotel, it's impossible that he would have asked a housekeeper to clean it. In other words, Winston personally scrubbed all the glass walls of the room until they were sparkling clean.

Of course, Charon might be the one doing the work, while Winston just needs to supervise with a whip and whiskey.

"We only use this room in special circumstances," Winston said slowly as John approached. "Those moments when our lives are threatened."

John walked up to Winston without saying a word.

"Was there a lot of trouble along the way?"

"Yeah~~~" John's voice was as deep as ever.

"Haha, come to think of it. They sent someone to kill you, and you begged the elders for mercy. Now they've sent you to kill me..." Winston gave a self-deprecating smile. "I've served the High Table for thirty-seven years, and now they want to kill me so easily. You should really see the Arbitrator's face—how arrogant..."

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"So..." Winston suddenly took a deep breath, turned the pistol on the table in front of him around so the grip was facing John: "Will you obey the orders of the elders and the High Table to kill me? If I had a choice, I would prefer to die at the hands of a friend."

"I have made my choice, and I will never let the High Table take everything from me. Now, it is your turn to make a choice, Jonathan."

John gripped his pistol, staring at the ring finger he had severed in front of the elders, and a surge of rage quickly filled him.

The High Table Conference is going too far!

John handed the gun to Winston without saying a word, but that made his stance clear.

Winston smiled with relief. "Jonathan, I estimate the High Table's guards will arrive soon. We must be fully prepared. What do you need?"

John tilted his head: "Guns, Lots of guns!"